Rogue: A Dark Cyborg Romance

by Piper Stone

  My thoughts shifted to the raven-haired beauty, a haze forming in my mind. What was real and what was merely a portion of the programming?

  I slid my hand between my legs, cupping my swollen balls. I was allowed to masturbate but had only experienced sex in the programs, until the night before. The programs themselves had never been so vivid or stimulating.

  Until now.

  After taking several deep breaths, I removed the cord from the hidden flap on the side of my neck and sat up on the bed. Very slowly I looked at the console unit, my recharging station as well as what the scientists used for programming. Tonight had been very different. While they’d indulged me in certain fantasies, this particular session lingered in the very darkness that the scientists feared most about me—the human portion that fed on stimulus. So why this?

  The haze began to clear, a calm knowing settling over me.

  I held out my arms, able to clearly see every vein and every muscle in the glow of the comstall unit. My blood was pumping furiously, trying to keep up with my rapidly beating heart. I took several deep breaths, comprehending the message the program had given me. Everything was so simple, allowing me to understand completely.

  I was clear of mind for the first time, my purpose providing a sweet hint of peace.

  I rose to a standing position, finding my clothes and walking out of the room toward the window. The hallway was only lit by the night function lights, barely illuminating the walls. I took several deep breaths before placing my hand on the door and within seconds, I dropped the twisted metal onto the floor.

  The sound of the alarm was disconcerting at best. There were no personnel swarming the hallways, no CRONs with weapons concerned about a break-in. There was simply emptiness. I took long strides, heading down the stairs until I reached the front door of the facility. I took one last look at the very place I’d been born, created so many months before. This had been my home. No longer.

  I smashed the front glass and walked outside, taking a deep breath of the night air.

  I was finally free.

  Free from the experiments.

  Free from the torture.

  Free from the lies.

  And I had a job to do.

  I’m coming for you, sweet Noire and when I find you, I’m going to set you free.

  Chapter Five

  Rogue

  I stood outside her apartment, staring at her windows—the woman I craved. Every synapsis was on fire, desire spilling into my blood vessels, catapulting my mind into dark spaces. I stretched out my arms, fisting my hands. There was significant power in the metal surrounding my muscles, giving me the ability to rip apart both man and objects. I’d been created to protect humans, thought to be perfect in every manner, but I was also a killing machine. I knew exactly what I was capable of. The original programming existed, rules and regulations standing firm in my mind.

  But now I wanted more.

  I would have more.

  I would have her.

  She’d been easy to find and while I’d been careful in following her, I had no fear of being discovered. Tonight was about taking her, making her mine and staining her with the kind of unbridled fulfillment that she would never forget. I glanced up and down the street before crossing over, moving closer to her buildings. The area surrounding me was devoid of any activity. There were no humans taking an evening stroll, no dogs barking in the distance. There was nothing but despair.

  There was a single light on that I could see, which meant she was still awake. I studied the building, could easily break through the security with no issues. I crossed the street, listening to the firm beating of my heart. Electricity soared through me, imploding the stagnant embers that had only been flirted with. My thoughts drifted to the laboratory and to Sara. While she’d been delicious fodder, allowing me to stretch certain aspects of my mind, Noire was a feast for the body as well as the soul.

  I managed to get into the locked parking garage after disabling the system. I took the stairs, passing no one in the darkness. When I was standing at her door, I could hear little if any movement. After glancing down the hall, I snapped the lock and eased inside, closing the door with a soft click.

  Her scent was immediate, a combination of an exotic musk and a light floral. Jasmine. I could recognize it easily and I wanted it covering every inch of my naked body. Drinking in her essence, I adjusted my eyes to the darkness, moving through her living room. The light had to be coming from her bedroom. Tilting my head, I heard the soft strains of music, the strings of a guitar soothing.

  As if the beast inside could be soothed any longer.

  I would ravage every inch of her body, claiming her as mine. The connection we shared kept vibrant energy flowing through my veins, igniting the almost desperate needs. The memory of the vivid program was like a beacon, drawing me to her.

  Noire...

  Thinking her name made my cock stiffen and my balls tighten. I had no other purpose right now but making this happen, fulfilling my needs.

  Keeping my steps silent, I walked into her kitchen, turning on the light over the small stove. Everything was compact and very tidy, organized just like the woman I knew her to be. I noticed a wineglass, the crystal stem sitting on the counter. Remnants of a liquid hugged the bottom, a dark red in color.

  Unable to resist, I lifted the glass to my nose, inhaling the rich perfume. Wine. I’d tasted several bottles before, savoring and learning about the flavors as part of my education. What ridiculous bullshit. The great doctors had no idea what they’d created, an insatiable man. I licked the rim of the glass before bringing it to my lips, tipping it back. As the swallow slipped down my throat, I closed my eyes, imagining spending time with her, as humans could enjoy.

  Wine.

  Succulent food.

  Sex.

  Discipline.

  This was all I could ever want, sharing a life with a beautiful woman. A slight hint of sadness swept through me, creating a violent ache in my head. I almost crushed the glass between my fingers before being able to put it down. My hand was shaking as I did so, the adrenaline rush sending bursts of energy into every vein. I could almost taste her sweetness in the sip, could envision the way she held the glass in her long fingers.

  Seductive.

  Breathtaking.

  Mine.

  I took in a deep breath and studied the contents of the efficient space. There were no signs that anyone lived here, other than the single glass. There were no plants, no pictures attached to the refrigerator. It was as if she didn’t really exist, but I knew better. Passion lived within her, clawing to get to the surface. No one could ever understand her, at least not the way I did. She was begging to be set free from a thick steel cage that she’d locked herself into.

  As I left the room, I slid the tips of my fingers across the edge of her counter, gathering what little information the simple touch would do. Every inch of my skin was interwoven with sensitivity nodules, allowing my brainwaves to process data regarding human interactions and emotions. From my single swipe, I was able to tell she was full of apprehension.

  Taking long strides into the living room, I heard a noise—the cracking open of a door.

  Immediately my attention was drawn. I inhaled, savoring the glorious scent of her cunt. It was if she knew I was coming.

  Noire padded down the hallway, one hand rubbing the wall as she walked. She was dressed in a short nightgown, the material sheer in nature. My eyesight keener than ever, I was able to make out the outline of her voluptuous breasts, jiggling slightly as she walked. The thin lines of her panties did little to cover her swollen mound. There was no doubt she was hungry for an indecent encounter.

  Just like she’d had only hours before.

  The secretive bar was just the tip of her shameless desires, the mask she’d worn a telling statement. Her CRON partner wasn’t worthy of her tastes.

  She yawned as she continued her trek, completely unaware of my existence. The music was loud
er given the open door and I was drawn to the melodic yet haunting tones. The song suited her, both breathtaking and embodied with sadness. She was almost to the living room when she stopped short, snapping her head in my direction. Her scent was scintillating, rippling with feminine longing. The fragrance of her pussy rushed into my nostrils, sending dazzling images of her naked body into my system.

  Taking another tentative step, she held her breath as she very slowly scanned the room, searching for the source of her concern.

  There was no more time to waste and I certainly couldn’t allow her the opportunity to scream. Advancing quickly, I shoved one hand over her mouth as I pushed her back against the wall, thrusting my groin against her belly.

  Noire struggled but instead of attempting to scream, she issued a hard punch in my ribcage while she attempted to wrap one leg around my calves. If she’d been successful, she would have dropped me to my knees, incapacitating the would-be attacker.

  She wasn’t.

  I yanked one arm over her head, pinning her wrist against the wall. She flailed, slapping her arm against my chest, her eyes wide open and filled with a combination of fear and anger. I ground my groin back and forth, allowing her to understand just how excited I was.

  Noire moaned, blinking several times. Seconds later, recognition trickled into her eyes. While the fear remained, her anger shifted into something else entirely.

  Unabashed longing.

  Removing my hand from her mouth, I yanked her other arm over her head, wrapping one hand around both wrists.

  “You’re from... the facility,” she whispered hoarsely. “I... I know you.”

  I growled my answer as I lowered my head, taking a deep whiff. Every fragrance covering her naked skin was alluring and my balls were pinched, pulsing in a dull ache. I noticed the discoloration on her face, the mark left by the angry cyborg unit. I was full of anger, ready to force my way into his cage and crush every shard of his existence into dust.

  “What are you doing here? What do you want?” she asked, wiggling her arms.

  I brushed the backs of my fingers down the length of her arm, whisking the tips across her neck before easing them to the side of her breast.

  She took several deep breaths, undulating her hips. There was a slight arch in her back even as she tugged at my hold. She licked her lips, shifting her head away from my touch, but only for a few seconds. I could see the restraint in her as well as the building desire. The dichotomy of her longing weighed heavily on her mind.

  “Mmm...” Blowing across her neck, I darted out my tongue, dragging it across her jaw. “So perfect. Are you wet for me?”

  “What?” She was completely rattled and I could tell her mind was trying to wrap around the fact that she already knew me.

  “Are you ready to have your pussy filled, your ass whipped?”

  Jerking, she whimpered, her entire body trembling from my touch. “Don’t. It can’t be. Who are you?”

  “You want me just as I want you. That’s all that matters.” I continued my exploration, allowing my fingers to slide across her fully erect nipple, shuddering from the slight interaction. I was crazed with need, my body on fire as the same images from before catapulted my mind into a near animalistic state.

  “You’re a machine. You can’t...” Unable to finish her sentence, her lower lip quivered as she struggled vehemently.

  “I can. I will. And I am your master.” Crushing my mouth over hers, I thrust my tongue past her lips even as she moaned, recoiling her tongue.

  I maneuvered my hand under her gown, wrapping my finger around the thin elastic of her panties. With a single snap of my wrist, I ripped the silky material from her body, allowing gravity to take it to the floor.

  She tried to scream into my mouth even as her tongue swirled together with mine, her own body deceiving her.

  The kiss became a wild tapping of our hidden darkness, teeth gnashing together as our tongues explored the intense essence. I’d never felt so alive, my body wired to the point I had difficulty breathing. Shifting my hand, I cupped her mound, squeezing until her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

  She jerked one more time, her fists curling as she stretched even taller, then parted her legs. Her uninhibited request was blatant, excitement outweighing any concept of anxiety.

  I broke the moment of passion long enough to drag my open mouth across her lips to her cheek, sucking and licking. A vacuum had formed around us, shutting out all light and sound. There were only the amazing sensations as our bodies mashed together. Using my thumb, I fingered her clit, a ragged sound pushing up from my diaphragm. I wouldn’t have imagined touching a woman would feel this exquisite, letting lose the beast from his cage.

  Panting, she had her eyes closed as I used my other fingers, driving them inside her cunt. She was wet, dear God, so very wet, covering my fingers in her sweet juice. I became crazy with longing as I pumped into her, rubbing her clit until it became swollen.

  “Oh...” Noire’s cries were more like purrs, the vibration of her voice tickling my skin. She pushed out from the wall even further, riding my fingers as I plunged deep inside, my actions becoming brutal. Savage.

  She didn’t seem to care.

  Her pussy muscles wrapped around my long digits, pulling them deeper inside, clamping down even as I flexed them open. I brushed my lips down the front of her neck to the sweet curves of her breasts, licking between them.

  Noire’s face was covered in a light sheen, every part of her so damn beautiful. She tossed her head back and forth, her lips pursing. “What... is this?”

  “Everything you’ve ever craved. Darkness. Pain. Domination,” I answered before taking the thin material of her gown between my teeth, yanking backwards. The ripping sound made me growl. I engulfed her nipple, sucking and pulling the tender flesh between my teeth. I bit down until she cried out before sliding my lips to her other hardened bud, repeating the action. The taste of her was so damn sweet, leaving every cell saturated with need.

  “Oh, God. You just... I...” A laugh bubbled to the surface and she jutted her hips forward, begging me to finger fuck her. I wanted more. I would have more.

  I stepped back, snagging the remnants of the gown between my fingers and pulling.

  Gasping, she kept her arms over her head without being forced, even as her eyes showed a level of defiance, but there was no denying her desire.

  I’d found her weakness.

  Total domination.

  Harsh punishment.

  She would get both and much more.

  With complete ease, I slipped my hands under her, gripping her thighs and lifting. I splayed out her legs as I kept her against the wall, her sweet cunt directly in front of my mouth.

  “What the...” Noire slapped the wall then attempted to dig her nails into the surface, as if she needed to hold onto something.

  I peeled open her pussy lips then leaned in, burying my face into her cunt.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” Her body never stopped shaking as I licked her with crazed actions, sliding my tongue up and down. The skin on her inner thighs was slick from her juice. Now, my mouth was full of the delicious liquid. She tried to reach my shoulders with her hands, gazing down at me with hazy eyes. “This... is crazy.”

  In response, I wiggled my head back and forth, covering my face with her cream. All I could think about was having her cum into my mouth. Then I would fuck her, covering her with mine.

  “I’m going to...” she gasped, her legs quaking as I thrust my tongue as deep inside as possible.

  I refused to stop, swirling my tongue around her clit then sucking, biting down as she moaned, her body shaking violently. I heard the soft strains of her strangled laugh and she covered her face. Whether she was feeling shame or simply letting go, I was unable to tell but I knew she was close to coming.

  Shifting her even higher on the wall, I slipped my thumb past the firm cleft of her ass cheeks, finding her puckered hole. The moment I pushed the tip inside, that was
all she could handle. A climax seemed to race up from her toes, jetting into her extremities.

  Noire jerked away from the wall, her mouth open wide. When her entire body began to shake from utter rapture, I closed my eyes. There was nothing better than the taste of her.

  “Yes!”

  The orgasm continued, moving into a shattering wave, her body convulsing. I continued licking as I pumped into her tight asshole. I would fuck every hole. I would spank her rounded bottom.

  And I would enjoy every second.

  Her body slumped against the wall and she took several deep and ragged breaths. I merely dumped her over my shoulder and headed for the end of the hall, kicking open the half closed door to her bedroom.

  She didn’t fight me or object in any manner as I tossed her onto the bed on all fours. She reminded me of a majestic cat, ready to pounce on its prey and her eyes sparkled in the moonlight streaming in from the window.

  I dragged my shirt over my shoulders, dumping it then unfastened my pants, exposing my throbbing cock standing at full attention. As I stood at the edge of the bed, her eyes fell to my groin. The primal expression on her face was exhilarating, sparking another round of heated electricity. My balls were hanging low, as swollen as they’d ever been.

  “Suck me,” I commanded.

  There was no hesitation, no lack of obedience. She crawled toward the side, taking my cock into one hand, wrapping the other around my swollen balls. The way her soft hands felt against my skin and the vibrations skittering around every muscle, constricting them was intense, setting my entire world on fire.

  She rolled my balls between her fingers, taking her time as she fingered the base of my shaft. Mewing, she crouched down, blowing across my cockhead.

  Swallowing hard, I planted one hand on top of her head, intertwining my fingers in her long, dark strands. An array of light pulsated in front of my eyes, twinkling in vibrant colors. I never expected sex to be like this.